All The Ways We Touch [MxM]

thirty-five - the halloween party pt. three

A/N: this chapter contains explicit sexual content but can be skipped if you wish to avoid it

After Jamison locked the door behind them, he dropped the bottle on the floor and pressed his hands against Elliot's chest, pinning him against the door as he kissed him hard and fast.

It was a struggle not to touch Jamison and he slipped his free hand into his pocket to keep it from roaming. Being pushed around was incredibly hot, especially by his smaller boyfriend; it made him feel deeply wanted and his groin reignited after the sight of Duncan had extinguished it.

Jamison's hands trailed down Elliot's chest, moving to rest on his hips as he pressed into them, grinding against him again. The rest of the world fell away when he kissed Elliot, nothing but unfettered joy coursing through him with each passing second.

Elliot moaned loudly into Jamison's mouth and pressed his hips forward, trying to strengthen their contact, increasing his arousal in the process.

As he continued to kiss him, Jamison pulled his hips back so that there was some space between them. Running his hands up from Elliot's hips, Jamison began unbuttoning Elliot's shirt, letting out a frustrated groan from how many buttons there were.

Elliot moaned again as Jamison undressed him. It was different than being told to remove his shirt but his body reacted just the same, heat flaring deep in his stomach as his heart thundered against his ribs.

In his impatience, Jamison accidentally missed a button, and when he pulled Elliot's shirt open, off it popped—not that he could be bothered to care about anything besides getting Elliot undressed. Running his hands back down his chest, Jamison went to work on Elliot's pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down off of his hips.

"Take them off," he ordered when he pulled away. "And go sit on the bed."

Elliot nodded and watched as Jamison took off his jacket, dropping it to the floor. He followed suit with his blazer and shirt before slipping off his shoes and getting his pants down the rest of his legs. With how aroused he was, it was kind of a mindfuck not to be hard.

Jamison removed his boots and walked towards the bed as he unbuttoned his shirt, just as frustrated as he'd been with Elliot's, but this time he managed not to bust any buttons.

Elliot hurried over to the bed, setting the cup and water bottle on the nightstand, and sat down, his back pressed against the ornate oak headboard as he watched Jamison continue to undress. That alone was a fantasy unto itself.

"When you bought me these pants, did you imagine watching me take them off?" Jamison asked, his shirt discarded and hands beginning to unbutton his jeans.

Nodding, Elliot bit his lip as he watched Jamison push down his jeans and shimmy out of them. Now they were both down to their boxer briefs for the first time, both seriously checking each other out, Elliot's mouth salivating as he looked at Jamison and imagined himself kissing his pale inner thighs.

Before getting onto the bed, Jamison grabbed the water, chugging half of the bottle before handing it to Elliot. "We're supposed to stay hydrated."

Elliot finished the bottle, put the cap back on, and tossed it onto the floor. "We'll stick to ice now, we don't want to over-hydrate."

Nodding, Jamison bit his lip and crawled over Elliot's legs, resting each knee on either side of his thighs as he gently lowered himself on them. He'd wanted their skin to touch and when it did, it sent electric crackles through him.

Elliot's eyes went wide at Jamison practically on his lap, a whimper escaping him as he felt their legs touch, the warmth of Jamison's thighs against his own sending chills down his spine. This was close to heaven.